Brother, are you doing well?

Our brotherhood slowly began to fade with our marriage. Today I suddenly called a high school brother, and we kept in touch, and we used to fight together, drink and fight. After graduating from college, we continued to maintain the beautiful habit of drinking. Until I got married first, they also got married and had children. This was followed by the start of mortgages and car loans. We also slowly stopped drinking. I originally wanted to have a drunken drink today, but he said that there might be something going on at home, and Grandma couldn't do it. It occurred to me that we were both in our thirties, no longer the age of righteousness. You can't say that you will go away, there are children and parents, and you have really reached an age where there are old and young. I didn't dare to drink more than a thousand pieces of wine, and I lived with meticulous calculations. The wife's lipstick and cosmetics slowly decreased, and she began not to consume for beauty, and paid more attention to the child's interest class and the child's daily necessities.

We're really getting to an age where memories are becoming more and more important to me, and regrets are getting more and more. I started to get scared without doing a lot of things. Don't dare to invest, don't dare to break in, receive a meager salary, and be fired all day long.

Every day repeats the life, occasionally passing a beautiful woman you will have inner ups and downs, not how beautiful she is. Rather, you have forgotten what love is like. No matter how much you think it is love.

I was so scared of getting sick that I didn't dare to go to the hospital for a long time. I am afraid of death because my children are still young and their parents are not old. Afraid that the small ones have not grown up, afraid that the old ones will not be taken care of. I am more afraid of finding out what the disease is, and I can't afford expensive medical expenses. Sometimes I want to find a corner to cry, but you can't find any reason to cry. It seems that people are living in the depths of the water like you. The same in the middle of the night to hear a certain song, the thought of a certain thing will collapse.

I saw that the beautiful colleagues in the company always deliberately avoided it, because I was afraid that she would ask me to invite me to dinner. My salary is barely enough to pay the family, and I envy them for traveling everywhere. Envy that they can go and drink twenty pieces of milk tea, envy them to sing a night to spend half a month's salary. I'm old and have begun to fall out of step with their time. Although I also fantasize about having a girl who adores me, this is no longer possible, I have changed from a face with contours to a circle, from a flat belly to a beer belly now. What's even sadder is that it takes time to lose weight, you don't even have the time and money to lose weight, and then let it go with the flow. Although I also care about my own image, I am also used to my ugly state.

Can we really only confess our fate? Shouldn't we really fight anymore? Forget it, we can't afford to fight, we have no capital, we can't go up to the age, we don't love the age that we don't want to. There is only one person who knows you when you come home, and that is you who does not speak in the mirror. The only thing that accompanies you is the cigarette that emits a faint cloud of smoke.